Warning: This ficlet contains mature content. It is
not a lemon, but sexual situations are suggested and strong language is
used. If you are not mature enough to handle this, then proceed no
further!

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Title: Beautiful Agony

Series: Fruits Basket

Pairing: Akito x
Shigure, Shigure x Ren

AN:
This story kind of
walked up and bit me on the ass. Spoilers for the non-English released
chapters of Fruits Basket. If you're not sure
who "Ren" is then you will be spoiled. Just to let you know.
Oh, and this fic was inspired by the song "Putting the Damage On" by
Tori Amos. Feel free to look up the lyrics yourself, since I do
not want to include any excerpt as I am not sure of current
policy on that. It was also partially inspired by an icon I've
seen
on LiveJournal. It's a picture of Shigure, and on it is the
phrase, "Don't hate me because I'm beautiful, hate me because I
fucked your mom." It cracks me up every time I run across it!

Disclaimer: I do not
own Fruits Basket or the song quoted below. I do own a copy of the
CD and volumes of the manga, but that doesn't really count for
anything, now does it?

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Of course he was an
attractive man. It was a Sohma family trait, after all, that almost
unnatural beauty. It was even more pronounced in her Juunishi, most
of them unearthly in their loveliness.

Even him, with
his black hair and dark eyes, as much as it galled Akito to admit it.
Ordinary on anyone else, but on him somehow unusual, unique. The
clean lines of his features and sleekly muscled body only added to
his appeal. Even in disarray, with his hair rumpled and his face
sheened with sweat, he was still absolutely gorgeous.

Her faithless dog,
Shigure.

After all, she should
know. She'd seen him disheveled like that many times as he thrust
inside her. His skin slick with the sweat of exertion, hair mussed
by her fingers as she clutched his head to hers, engaging in an
almost violent duel of tongues and bodies.

She refused to let him
be gentle with her. Gentleness was for delicate, ladylike females.
Gentleness indicated caring, affection. As far as Akito was
concerned, she was none of those things. Femininity and delicacy
didn't suit her, and what use did she have for affection in a
relationship?

She hadn't wanted to
care for him, hadn't wanted him to have that kind of power over
her. She just wanted him to fuck her, to feel him pounding into her,
one with her for at least a short while. She wanted him to come
inside her, to know she had brought him to that point, to know she
had the power to cause him to lose control over self. Only then
could she give in to her own orgasm—albeit unwillingly, despairing
over her own loss of control. Despising how the softening of his
dark eyes and the tender brush of his fingers across her face
afterwards caused a soft, warm feeling in the depths of her soul.

She wondered if he'd
looked like that with her. With Ren.

The bitch.

Her mother.

Akito had known the
minute she saw him leaving that woman's rooms. Known what he had
done, known before he ever told her. Not that he'd hesitated to
tell her, with that almost permanent smirk plastered across his face.
Of course she'd ordered him from the house. Banished. Exiled.
Removed from temptation. She suspected it had been what he wanted in
the first place. She didn't want to consider any other motives for
his actions. Her Juunishi should be loyal to her. Only her.

But still...

Had he really thought
she preferred Kureno's touches to his? The gentle hesitancy that
Kureno always brought to her bed reflected his innate kindness that
never left him, no matter the circumstances. Sometimes Akito hated
him for that. She wanted kindness, but not as a sop, an effort to
placate the demands of 'God.'

Yet, she needed Kureno
to stay close to her, needed to bind him to her in whatever way
possible now that the Juunishi bond was gone. So she put up with his
insipid "lovemaking," his oh-so-tender touches that always left
her craving more. Left her craving him.

Akito wondered what her
beautiful, treacherous dog had looked like when he fucked Ren and
hated herself for it, but she couldn't stop wondering.

His hands, with those
long, agile writer's fingers. Clever hands for a clever man. Did
he wrap those fingers of his in her horrible, slithery black hair?
Had he left reddened fingerprints on her hips as he pulled her
closer, trying to thrust even deeper inside her? Had he stroked
those fingers down her back afterwards, reassuring her of his
continued presence through slow caresses?

That lying mouth he was
so talented at using. Always shaping the truth to suit himself. Did
he trail nibbling bites down her neck, leaving evidence to later be
hidden by turtlenecks or collars pulled closely around her throat?
Did he use that mouth on her until she crested over and over, screaming? Did his panting
breath brush against her ear as he shuddered in climax, face buried
against hers?

That lean body, muscles
so well hidden in his customary yukata. Did he draw her face to his
shoulder, laughing when she bit hard enough to leave a clear imprint
of her teeth? Did he tease her until she bucked beneath him, a surrender that was no surrender
at all? Did she leave nailmarks down the planes of his back, long
red stripes of ownership?

The questions were
endless, unanswerable. They painted a portrait of the two together,
burned it into her mind as clearly as if it had once been burned into
her retinas.

A portrait of dark
beauty, of tangled limbs and colliding bodies. Of impassioned moans
and glistening flesh. True erotic art sure to impress the most
discerning aesthete.

Blind hatred enveloped
her at the pictures playing so vividly in her mind. Beautiful, both
of them, beautiful and treacherous. Akito wanted to tear them to
pieces, destroy them both in any way possible, eradicate even the
smallest hint of their presence inside her home and inside herself.

Except she couldn't
bring herself to do it, not with him anyway. Her lovely, despicable
Shigure.

How was it that she
still cared for him, still wanted him to love her?

Why did she still think
he was the most gorgeous man she'd ever seen, even as he ripped her
apart inside?

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